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March 27, 2002 (4:11am) Jam hands, a thing I can relate to..."I was never any good with kids! They're always sticky, like they have jam on their hands! Even when there's no jam in the house, somehow, they have jam on their hands!" Fortunately when I was little, you'd never catch me with the symbolic jam on my hands. Freakishly tidy, dresses pressed, saddle shoes always polished and clean. Hair not always brushed and neat but that I couldn't do that on my own until I was at least...7. I did climb a tree once, and fell. Ended up with my arm in a cast and a lasting fear of trees but...that's about the only childish thing I did. Taught me humility, oh grave...Do I ever want children? No. Period. It's like let's see if we can screw up my life just a little bit more, screw up my slowly declining view of the world. There's got to be a better way. Okay, I'm an strict atheist, if there is such a thing. I mean I don't go to church and don't even think I'm going to "capitalize the bugger's name" as someone so boldly put it. So for this guy's sake, I'm reading a book called Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis. As good literature goes, this...qualifies, but one note, grammar is a problem and if I'm going to go to the trouble to read an entire book, the grammar had better well be immaculate. I wrote like an entire essay and e-mailed it to this guy, asking for his explanation on a few things that just seemed so fantastic to me. I mean, that anyone would think some of these things is beyond me. I wanted to say, "Now wait a minute, only someone ridiculously naive, ridiculously...dependent on someone else's direction would think the things set forth in this book." Okay, maybe that's pushing it a little but some things WERE a bit fantastic and the assumptions he made were astounding. If the world thought the way he says we do, we'd all be terribly dependent and well, screwed up. I miss sleep. I can't hardly remember what it's like to feel rested anymore. Last update: 27-03-2002 05:11
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